Stripped by Sprat and May 4, 1984 by Dira Sudis
Title: Stripped
Author: sprat
Pairing Kowalski/Vecchio
Rating: NC-17
Length medium
Why I'm reccing this fic: So Sprat was one of those people who came into the fandom and immediately saw the draw of Ray/Ray. I LOVE people like that. ♥ She wrote this one fairly early on, I think, and it remains one of my favorite Ray/Ray fics and one which I periodically go back and re-read. Kowalski is undercover to catch a cult leader and he ends up naked (the story comments: Ray, watching, can’t help thinking how these neo-Nazis always manage to get naked and touching, like that’s the real goal of their weird little rituals.) and in danger and Vecchio and the good guys come in at the nick of time and just -
Okay. What I love is how WORRIED Vecchio is about Kowalski, and how Sprat just totally nails that these boys show their worry and concern and LOVE through hot, desperate, rough sex. In a completely inappropriate place, because they can't HELP it, and there are cops right outside the door, and they need to be quiet but can't and just -
It's perfect, she GETS it, and the sex in the story is up-against-the-wall worried, I-love-you sex and it KILLS me every time.
(What gets me more than the sex, even? Is when Vecchio puts his fancy overcoat over Kowalski's shoulders. *HEART*)
It’s hard, hungry, open-mouthed; Ray feels his lips get bruised a little, pushed into his teeth. But Vecchio’s hands are shaking where they’re holding Ray’s head, and his body is warm and solid, draped all over Ray like a blanket, and Ray brings his arms up around him, strokes his back, pulls him in real close.
And Vecchio makes a noise in his throat and moves his hands on Ray’s body, these hard desperate touches like he isn’t even sure where to start, and his mouth is everywhere, too, wet and open, and his breath is so warm on Ray’s chilled skin. Ray can’t believe this is really the same guy here: cool-as-a-cucumber, suck-me-off-if-you-want-to Vecchio. Guy’s usually so fucking paranoid he won’t even let Ray touch him until there’s a locked door between them and the rest of the world. Usually won’t put a hand on Ray until Ray touches him first, like that way it isn’t his fault, like maybe he can get away with less Hail-Marys at his next confession. So something is definitely weird here.
Stripped
Title: May 4, 1984
Author: dsudis
Pairing Kowalski/Gardino
Rating: NC-17
Length medium
Why I'm reccing this fic: All right. I know. Shut up already about the Gardino love. Except I CAN'T. And it's all Dira's fault. I was betaing the Hockey AU for her and she and I talked a lot about the backstory and all the stuff we don't know about Kowalski's history. And she proceeded to write this, because I begged her to, about pre-hockey-AU Kowalski and Gardino. Last day of the season, no more hockey for a while. They are drunk and they are depressed and they are clearly in love, though they can't even let themselves know that. They can't even let themselves know that what they are doing is, in fact, hello, gay. It's just - it's them, it's what they do, and it's sad and it's desperate and it is SCORCHINGLY HOT.
Front-seat sex, in Gardino's Malibu, parked outside of Ray's apartment, where he's going to go home afterwards, to Stella. Because he's not gay if he's married, right? This is just buddies.
It's fucking heart-breaking. And just - they never kiss. That kills me, it kills me. THIS is the fic that turned me into a Kowalski/Gardino girl, people.
…you're all afraid to click now, aren't you?
Gardie shifted in his seat, though he couldn't really lift up with Ray lying on his legs. Ray used both hands to push Gardie's jeans down the best he could, too impatient to try very hard, and too lazy to sit up. Boxers went next, careful of the elastic, and then Ray ran his thumb up the underside of Gardie's dick, and Gardie gasped above him. Ray looked up, but Gardie was staring out the window, his head turned, jaw clenched. Gardie's hand settled on Ray's hip, holding tight, and Ray, watching Gardie as he did it, lowered his head and licked.
Gardie's hips jerked, bouncing Ray off-target, and his head turned so Ray could see him grinning as he gasped, trying to glare and failing miserably. "Showoff," Gardie said.
"Bien sûr," Ray said, against the head of Gardie's dick, and then his mouth followed his breath, and Gardie's head went up again, banging against the headrest. Ray grinned, as much as he could with his mouth full, and closed his eyes. He jerked Gardie with one hand as he sucked, and it didn't take long before Gardie's gasps turned choked, and his hand clenched, bruising-tight, on Ray's hip. Split second decision, and Ray relaxed his throat and pushed lower as Gardie came in his mouth. He nearly managed it--he was better at it than Gardie--but a stray thrust caught him off-guard, and he pulled off, choking, and wound up with come on his face.
Ray managed to muster up a glare when Gardie snickered at him, and muttered, "Not buddies," at the same moment Gardie said, "See, that's what you get, Ko. Showing off." But when Ray raised one hand to try to wipe off his face--he could feel it, wet in his beard, that'd be a bitch--Gardie batted it away and used his thumb, licking it clean when he was done, and then running his fingers over Ray's scruffy cheek to make sure he'd got it all.
May 4, 1984
Author: sprat
Pairing Kowalski/Vecchio
Rating: NC-17
Length medium
Why I'm reccing this fic: So Sprat was one of those people who came into the fandom and immediately saw the draw of Ray/Ray. I LOVE people like that. ♥ She wrote this one fairly early on, I think, and it remains one of my favorite Ray/Ray fics and one which I periodically go back and re-read. Kowalski is undercover to catch a cult leader and he ends up naked (the story comments: Ray, watching, can’t help thinking how these neo-Nazis always manage to get naked and touching, like that’s the real goal of their weird little rituals.) and in danger and Vecchio and the good guys come in at the nick of time and just -
Okay. What I love is how WORRIED Vecchio is about Kowalski, and how Sprat just totally nails that these boys show their worry and concern and LOVE through hot, desperate, rough sex. In a completely inappropriate place, because they can't HELP it, and there are cops right outside the door, and they need to be quiet but can't and just -
It's perfect, she GETS it, and the sex in the story is up-against-the-wall worried, I-love-you sex and it KILLS me every time.
(What gets me more than the sex, even? Is when Vecchio puts his fancy overcoat over Kowalski's shoulders. *HEART*)
It’s hard, hungry, open-mouthed; Ray feels his lips get bruised a little, pushed into his teeth. But Vecchio’s hands are shaking where they’re holding Ray’s head, and his body is warm and solid, draped all over Ray like a blanket, and Ray brings his arms up around him, strokes his back, pulls him in real close.
And Vecchio makes a noise in his throat and moves his hands on Ray’s body, these hard desperate touches like he isn’t even sure where to start, and his mouth is everywhere, too, wet and open, and his breath is so warm on Ray’s chilled skin. Ray can’t believe this is really the same guy here: cool-as-a-cucumber, suck-me-off-if-you-want-to Vecchio. Guy’s usually so fucking paranoid he won’t even let Ray touch him until there’s a locked door between them and the rest of the world. Usually won’t put a hand on Ray until Ray touches him first, like that way it isn’t his fault, like maybe he can get away with less Hail-Marys at his next confession. So something is definitely weird here.
Stripped
Title: May 4, 1984
Author: dsudis
Pairing Kowalski/Gardino
Rating: NC-17
Length medium
Why I'm reccing this fic: All right. I know. Shut up already about the Gardino love. Except I CAN'T. And it's all Dira's fault. I was betaing the Hockey AU for her and she and I talked a lot about the backstory and all the stuff we don't know about Kowalski's history. And she proceeded to write this, because I begged her to, about pre-hockey-AU Kowalski and Gardino. Last day of the season, no more hockey for a while. They are drunk and they are depressed and they are clearly in love, though they can't even let themselves know that. They can't even let themselves know that what they are doing is, in fact, hello, gay. It's just - it's them, it's what they do, and it's sad and it's desperate and it is SCORCHINGLY HOT.
Front-seat sex, in Gardino's Malibu, parked outside of Ray's apartment, where he's going to go home afterwards, to Stella. Because he's not gay if he's married, right? This is just buddies.
It's fucking heart-breaking. And just - they never kiss. That kills me, it kills me. THIS is the fic that turned me into a Kowalski/Gardino girl, people.
…you're all afraid to click now, aren't you?
Gardie shifted in his seat, though he couldn't really lift up with Ray lying on his legs. Ray used both hands to push Gardie's jeans down the best he could, too impatient to try very hard, and too lazy to sit up. Boxers went next, careful of the elastic, and then Ray ran his thumb up the underside of Gardie's dick, and Gardie gasped above him. Ray looked up, but Gardie was staring out the window, his head turned, jaw clenched. Gardie's hand settled on Ray's hip, holding tight, and Ray, watching Gardie as he did it, lowered his head and licked.
Gardie's hips jerked, bouncing Ray off-target, and his head turned so Ray could see him grinning as he gasped, trying to glare and failing miserably. "Showoff," Gardie said.
"Bien sûr," Ray said, against the head of Gardie's dick, and then his mouth followed his breath, and Gardie's head went up again, banging against the headrest. Ray grinned, as much as he could with his mouth full, and closed his eyes. He jerked Gardie with one hand as he sucked, and it didn't take long before Gardie's gasps turned choked, and his hand clenched, bruising-tight, on Ray's hip. Split second decision, and Ray relaxed his throat and pushed lower as Gardie came in his mouth. He nearly managed it--he was better at it than Gardie--but a stray thrust caught him off-guard, and he pulled off, choking, and wound up with come on his face.
Ray managed to muster up a glare when Gardie snickered at him, and muttered, "Not buddies," at the same moment Gardie said, "See, that's what you get, Ko. Showing off." But when Ray raised one hand to try to wipe off his face--he could feel it, wet in his beard, that'd be a bitch--Gardie batted it away and used his thumb, licking it clean when he was done, and then running his fingers over Ray's scruffy cheek to make sure he'd got it all.
May 4, 1984